SW Freak
10-08-2005, 03:38 PM
”Then the Lord God took some soil from the ground and formed a man out of it; he breathed life-giving breath into him and the man began to live.” –Genesis 2.7
And now, the Garden of Eden breathes again. Welcome to the world of the Gardeners. Remember your training, keep your sights steady and, above all, don’t **** up. Because if you do, the angels tend to get angry, and when the angels get angry, you’ll soon find yourself out of EDEN.
~~~
To clarify, the year is 2045, and scientists have unlocked the human genome, and created working nanobots. Basically, all of man’s aspirations for the past twenty and more years have come to be, and now they have new aspirations. One has already been achieved with the conception and implementation of EDEN, Evolutionary Design Enhancing Narcotics, drugs that essentially jump the human evolution forward, if only a little.
The results were varied; some have become almost supernaturally agile and sprightly, others gaining strength enough to halt a rhino mid charge. A select, and it is VERY select, few have even gained psychic powers. Telepathy, telekinesis enough to pull a gun from a man’s hand and other new abilities (Such as pyrokinesis, the ability to agitate the very atoms in the air enough to cause them to burst into flames.)
The downside; an addiction that their life literally depends on. The drugs themselves are addictive enough to test even the strongest of wills, but that's not the main thing. The problem is that the drug disables your immune system so as not to be rejected, and the nanobots that are laced through the drugs essentially reconstruct your genes, rebuilding the bonds they remove to suit the favours of the EDEN officials, nicknamed Angels by someone with too much imagination. The immune system never recovers, however, and special nanites had to be constructed to replace it. Without them, there’s nothing even vaguely resembling antibodies in your body. The result can be likened to the effects of HIV. Anything, even the slightest bout of 'flu, can kill you. And even if you somehow, miraculously, survive that condition, the bonds that the nanobots have instituted in your DNA soon begin to fall apart without the constant attention of the worker bots. You begin to degenerate, losing yourself, everything that is you, within days. It is this that keeps the Gardeners in line, and squashes any revolutions or uprisings against the tyrannical leadership of Project EDEN. The Gardeners are slaves, both to their cruel taskmasters and their own addictions.
The Gardeners were, to a man, unwilling to be part of Project EDEN. They were, most of them, unfortunates in the wrong place at the wrong time, or brought down for political reasons. Some are simply framed so as to give the Angels the excuse to use them in the project. All had the choice to be guinea pigs, or to die. Very few choose death. They lead a reasonably normal social life, however. After all, who would believe them if they started babbling about secret government agencies and dangerous drugs. The ‘Angels’ know that they have the Gardeners beneath their heel. Even if one did take it into his or her head to spill the beans, it would make little difference. Their daily dose of EDEN would be cut off, and they would die. Painfully.
So the Gardeners are forced to live their lives in secrecy, always at the beck and call of the Garden. New York is their playground when they are not needed, and some deal with their bottled emotions with ruthless acts of violence or vandalism. Others bear the pain with a kind of quiet solitude. But all of them want nothing more than to be free once more.
And now, though none know it yet, there is someone who can release them all.
~~~
I’ll continue on with the various nuances of the world if people show interest. I realise that, thus far, my track record with RPGs on this site is less than perfect, but I would ask for a second chance. I believe I know what I did wrong in ATP, and I apologise posthumously for it.
And now, the Garden of Eden breathes again. Welcome to the world of the Gardeners. Remember your training, keep your sights steady and, above all, don’t **** up. Because if you do, the angels tend to get angry, and when the angels get angry, you’ll soon find yourself out of EDEN.
~~~
To clarify, the year is 2045, and scientists have unlocked the human genome, and created working nanobots. Basically, all of man’s aspirations for the past twenty and more years have come to be, and now they have new aspirations. One has already been achieved with the conception and implementation of EDEN, Evolutionary Design Enhancing Narcotics, drugs that essentially jump the human evolution forward, if only a little.
The results were varied; some have become almost supernaturally agile and sprightly, others gaining strength enough to halt a rhino mid charge. A select, and it is VERY select, few have even gained psychic powers. Telepathy, telekinesis enough to pull a gun from a man’s hand and other new abilities (Such as pyrokinesis, the ability to agitate the very atoms in the air enough to cause them to burst into flames.)
The downside; an addiction that their life literally depends on. The drugs themselves are addictive enough to test even the strongest of wills, but that's not the main thing. The problem is that the drug disables your immune system so as not to be rejected, and the nanobots that are laced through the drugs essentially reconstruct your genes, rebuilding the bonds they remove to suit the favours of the EDEN officials, nicknamed Angels by someone with too much imagination. The immune system never recovers, however, and special nanites had to be constructed to replace it. Without them, there’s nothing even vaguely resembling antibodies in your body. The result can be likened to the effects of HIV. Anything, even the slightest bout of 'flu, can kill you. And even if you somehow, miraculously, survive that condition, the bonds that the nanobots have instituted in your DNA soon begin to fall apart without the constant attention of the worker bots. You begin to degenerate, losing yourself, everything that is you, within days. It is this that keeps the Gardeners in line, and squashes any revolutions or uprisings against the tyrannical leadership of Project EDEN. The Gardeners are slaves, both to their cruel taskmasters and their own addictions.
The Gardeners were, to a man, unwilling to be part of Project EDEN. They were, most of them, unfortunates in the wrong place at the wrong time, or brought down for political reasons. Some are simply framed so as to give the Angels the excuse to use them in the project. All had the choice to be guinea pigs, or to die. Very few choose death. They lead a reasonably normal social life, however. After all, who would believe them if they started babbling about secret government agencies and dangerous drugs. The ‘Angels’ know that they have the Gardeners beneath their heel. Even if one did take it into his or her head to spill the beans, it would make little difference. Their daily dose of EDEN would be cut off, and they would die. Painfully.
So the Gardeners are forced to live their lives in secrecy, always at the beck and call of the Garden. New York is their playground when they are not needed, and some deal with their bottled emotions with ruthless acts of violence or vandalism. Others bear the pain with a kind of quiet solitude. But all of them want nothing more than to be free once more.
And now, though none know it yet, there is someone who can release them all.
~~~
I’ll continue on with the various nuances of the world if people show interest. I realise that, thus far, my track record with RPGs on this site is less than perfect, but I would ask for a second chance. I believe I know what I did wrong in ATP, and I apologise posthumously for it.